Once, in college, I spent the afternoon with a friend smoking weed and watching Simpsons reruns. Then I ordered Chinese take out from the Cheung-Kee, which was on my way home. I entered the highway at exit 10 (where my friend lived) heading south. As I was merging, I was cutoff by an idiot who doesn't know how to drive. I honked, and then he slowed down.

It was a car full of teenagers and they were having an awfully good time making faces at me and flipping me the middle finger and what not.

I stayed behind them rather than pass, because I intended to get off at the next exit in a quarter mile.

Coincidentally, they got off at the same exit. Their faces turned from mischievous to anxious, but still laughing. But the brazen hand gestures stopped, and their behavior became less provoking, and more nervously watchful.

The took a right off the exit. I was going the same way.

The took a left at the next light. So did I.

They turned into a strip mall. I followed.

They parked right in front of the Cheung Kee. The restaurant only had two parking spots, so I parked right next to them.

As I parked, they were already out of the car. As I got out of the car, I walked by them.

I've never seen real fear like that in my life. These kids thought that every horror story their parents ever told them about strangers was about to come true. Not one of them said a word. They all stood frozen, but watching me very very closely.

I went inside, paid for my food, and left.

I'll bet those kids are all great drivers now.

Just me affecting positive change in the world man.